Mulder: Mulder.
Scully: Mulder, it’s me.
Mulder: I thought you said you were on vacation.
Scully: I am.  I’m up in Maine.
Mulder: I thought you said you didn’t want to be disturbed.  You wanted to get out of your head for a few days.
Scully: I don’t … I mean, I do.  I …. (moaning from TV is loud)  What are you watching, Mulder?
Mulder: It’s the World’s Deadliest Swarms.  (Fumbles with remote to stop the tape.)  Um .. you said you were going to be unreachable.  What’s going on?
Scully: I, uh … I’m at a market here.  I’m just trying to give the local PD a handle here.
Mulder: A handle on what?
Scully: Well, I’m not quite sure how to describe it, Mulder.  I didn’t witness it myself but there seems to be some kind of an outbreak of people acting in a violent, involuntary way.
Mulder: Towards who?
Scully: Toward themselves.
Mulder: Themselves?
Scully: Yeah.  Beating at their faces, clawing at their eyes. One man is dead.
Mulder: Dead?  How?
Scully: Self-inflicted, it appears.
Mulder: Huh … it sounds to me like that’s witchcraft or maybe some sorcery that you’re looking for there.
Scully: No, I don’t think it’s witchcraft, Mulder, or sorcery. I’ve had a look around and I don’t see any evidence that warrants that kind of suspicion.
Mulder: Maybe you don’t know what you’re looking for.
Scully: Like evidence of conjury or the black arts or shamanism, divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-Pagan practice. Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones, or hex signs or any of the ritual tableaux associated with the occult, Santeria, Voudoun, Macumba, or any high or low magic?
Mulder: Scully …
Scully: Yes?
Mulder: Marry me.
Scully: I was hoping for something a little more helpful.
Mulder: Well, you know, short of looking for a lady wearing a pointy hat riding a broomstick, I think you pretty much got it covered there.
Scully:  Thanks anyway.